Come and Rest
Lift up your eyes to the mountains - where does your help come from? Your help comes from Me, the Maker of heaven and earth. I don't sleep, I don't get distracted, I don't forget about you. I'm watching over you constantly, and My help is always available. Look up.
Jesus, you came to set captives free, but I've been comfortable in my chains. I've made peace with bondage because it's familiar, accepted slavery because I don't know how to live free. What I call normal, you call captivity. What I defend as fine, you see as oppression. Show me my chains
Harriet Tubman died March 10, 1913, in Auburn, New York. Born into slavery around 1822, she escaped in 1849 and then made approximately 13 missions back into slave states, rescuing around 70 enslaved people through the Underground Railroad. She later served as a scout, spy, and nurse for t
Father, I've been measuring myself against standards that aren't yours - beauty standards I can't meet, success metrics I'll never achieve, identity markers that shift with culture. I've been trying to become who the world says I should be instead of who you've already made me. Renew my m